Multi-chapter fic revolving around Beca and Chloe finally moving in to their own apartment together. Idea based on an episode of One Tree Hill.
[Rated T to be safe but this may change later.]
Since graduating from Barden University and finally admitting their feelings for each another, Beca and Chloe had moved together to L.A. so that Beca could follow her dream to become a music producer and Chloe could pursue her passion of teaching underprivileged children how to sing (turned out dancing exotically did pay more after all but Chloe chose to teach children anyway).
They had found themselves a comfortable sized, two bedroom apartment in the perfect location and had agreed to use the second bedroom as a guest room/work space for Beca to mix music. So when the time came to move in, they set aside the entire weekend to get settled and make the place feel like home.
By late afternoon on Saturday, once most of the larger pieces of furniture were set up, the couple began to unpack all of the boxes containing personal items they'd brought with them from Atlanta.
"Chlo, have you seen my mixing console?" Beca shouted from the kitchen of the couple's new apartment, where she was opening up her laptop so she could listen to some music.
"Your what?" The redhead yelled back.
"I use it to make my music... it's got all the buttons and dials on it..."
"Oh!" She said, finally understanding "Yeah, I moved all your music equipment to the guest room."
"Cool, thanks." The brunette replied as she made her way down the hall to towards the room.
As Beca got to the room, she looked around in search of her equipment but saw nothing but a made-up bed and a few small boxes containing ornaments and framed photos.
"Chlo, I can't see the equipment. Are you sure you put it in the guest room?" She shouted out again.
"Yeah, I'm positive. I put it right in the middle of the room so you could find it easily." Chloe replied.
"Well I definitely don't see it here." The brunette said, curiously looking around the room.
The older woman huffed as she stood up from her spot in the lounge and began to make her way down the hall towards the room. How could Beca not see the boxes right infront of her? She thought.
"See, look. It's right there." Beca heard Chloe say from the room opposite the one she was currently standing in.
She then walked to find the redhead stood in their bedroom, gesturing towards the equipment that was neatly placed on the floor.
"Uh, Chloe... you know this our bedroom, not the guest room, right?"
"No, this is the guest room and that is our bedroom." She quickly replied, pointing outwards towards the other room. "We talked about this, Beca."
"Yeah we did talk about it and I said that this should be our room because it's bigger."
"And then I said the other room should be ours because it's decorated better."
"Seriously, you want that room because you think it's decorated better? That's ridiculous dude!" The brunette exclaimed.
"It's not ridiculous that I want us to sleep in a room that feels nice."
"But that makes no sense, why would you pick that room over one that's bigger?!"
After a few more minutes of arguing, the two women both stormed off to separate ends of the apartment, still not able to agree on which room should be which.
A while later, as Chloe was quietly continuing to put away various utensils in the kitchen, she turned around and noticed Beca reeling out a line of duct-tape on the floor of the apartment. Then as she glanced down the hallway, she noticed the line went all the way along the floor to the opposite end of the apartment, dividing it almost exactly in half.
"Uhm, what is this?" The redhead asked.
"We're splitting the apartment. Since we can't agree which room should be our bedroom, we're having one each."
"Seriously?"
"Yup." The younger woman replied, a playful grin planted on her face. "So, from now on, you stay on your side of the apartment with your tiny bedroom and I'll stay on my side, with my much, much bigger bedroom and... we'll see who caves first."
The older woman took a moment to glance around the divided apartment again before smirking at the sight of Beca's laptop resting on the table on her side of the kitchen.
"Okay, well it looks like I've got the bathroom and your laptop on my side." The older woman pointed out.
"That's fine." Beca responded, trying to cover the mini-meltdown she was already having inside her head. "But just so you know, if you cross that line at any point, you'll be admitting that I was right this whole time."
And that, the threat of admitting that Beca was actually right, was all that was needed to motivate Chloe to rise up to her girlfriend's challenge.
"Bring it on, Mitchell!" The redhead said firmly.
Beca grinned, confident that her will-power to stay on her own side of the apartment was stronger than that of Chloe's, and began to stride down the hallway towards the lounge.
Chapter 2 coming soon!
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